Anyway this unexpectedly long stay in Brussels has cured me of Brussels for a while; it will be a long time before I feel the NEED to come here again, I think. If I DO go for a midday McDonald’s, then I can relax later, and won’t need to rush back from wherever for Brussels Grill. As always, breakfast is the most important meal of the day when on holiday even more so than at home. 1139 On my third beer only. Very good. This is my 7th day in Brussels, my 7th day of all day drinking, and at no point can I say I have really felt I was suffering from a “hangover”. I go to bed early enough, and wake in early hours of morning and always feel OK really. My resistance to alcohol is so strong now—dangerously so. It means I am free to drink way too much; but it only barely affects me—on a conscious level anyway. The picture in the attic (of my liver) would not be a sight to see, however, I am sure.